Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson Poems
Who dare stand the face of thy effrontery
The bolt of thy voice so gallant that
Thy echoes deracinated the most burly mountain.
Thou spread forth the windows of thy eyes
In thy immortal supremacy cast
Upon the mortal hearts of men
And over them watch with bailiwick.
To the righteous peace accord but
To the wicked you blow to chaff and sweep away
The cry of the innocent you allow no despair
And upon their oppressors you avenge
With the bolt of your anger you strike
Pulling down the wicked and wiping them off the earth's surface.
In thee is refuge found ...
Made from man and to man brought,
That he may appreciate and
Like the others name. But;
At the sight cried he, what a woe!
The best that gets the society going,
To man's fall in history came this doom-
Bone of my bones thou art; Yet
Still to imagine-ever remaining a woe.